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Going Rogue

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Going Rogue

New York Times

An Elephant Crackup?

By CHARLES SIEBERT

Published: October 8, 2006

Since the early 1990’s, for example, young male elephants in Pilanesberg National Park and the Hluhluwe-Umfolozi Game Reserve in South Africa have been killing rhinoceroses; this abnormal behavior, according to a 2001 study in the journal Pachyderm, has been reported in ‘‘a number of reserves’’ in the region. In July of last year, officials in Pilanesberg shot three young male elephants who were responsible for the killings of 63 rhinos, as well as attacks on people in safari vehicles. In Addo Elephant National Park, also in South Africa, up to 90 percent of male elephant deaths are now attributable to other male elephants, compared with a rate of 6 percent in more stable elephant communities.

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NewScientist

Orphan elephants go on the rampage

  • 20 July 1996 by Eddie Koch
  • Magazine issue 2039

Johannesburg

LIKE children, young elephants need discipline if they are to grow up as responsible members of society. Wildlife biologists say that orphan bull elephants in South Africa’s Pilanesberg Game Reserve have turned delinquent because they have never been taken in hand by their elders.

Rogue elephants have become a serious problem in Pilanesberg, a small wildlife reserve about 250 kilometres northwest of Johannesburg. Earlier this month, a young bull charged a group of tourists on a photo-safari. The next day the same elephant attacked and killed a professional hunter who had been sent to shoot it. These are not isolated incidents. Two years ago another tourist was attacked, chased out of his battered car, and trampled to death in the reserve.

Humans are not the only victims: in the past three years, 19 white rhinoceroses have been gored to death by elephants in Pilanesberg.

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Nearly ten years ago, I heard a Dr. James Dobson commercial on the car radio. He said that his favorite animal was a dog. His second favorite was an elephant.

He said that he was alarmed at the rogue behavior recently displayed in young bull elephants. They seemed to delight in pushing over the white rhinos and even goring them to death. They had even been known to kill one another.

In over 100 years of record keeping in Africa, there had never been recorded incidents of such antisocial behavior.

Mr. Dobson said authorities were very disturbed. After much analysis, they determined the cause.

A number of years ago, attempts were made by the Park Managers to thin the herd population. In so doing, they killed off most of the old males. It is the nature of the old males to keep decorum in the herd. Old males will punish younger males that display bad behavior. It is even common for an old male to banish a younger male from the others for a while until they learn better.

Park officials found that if they brought in an old male into a herd with young wild bulls, they old bull restored calmness to the herd almost immediately.

At this point, Mr. Dobson began to talk about the importance of a father in the home and his influence on his sons. He made a powerful point. I am not sure how his 2-minute “Father’s Day” radio commercial ended, because my minded wandered off to another level before he finished.

Many of us have lived long enough to see rogue behavior among those that are ‘in church’. When I see saints or preachers go wacko, say stupid things, or do stupid things, I become spiritually frightened.

It is endangerment at an alarming level. We expect attacks from others outside the herd, but not from the inside.

I even remember asking about a certain young preacher one time, because his conduct and doctrine caused all my warning lights to blink. I enquired, “Who’s his pastor?” Normally, a pastor would have corrected the problem. But this person recognized no one as his pastor.

Preacher or Saint, every one of us has made it this far because we were willing to hear instruction in righteousness. Always receive it willingly and humbly.

If you have a man of God in your life that will guide the flock in the fear and admonition of the Lord, there is safety in your world.

Behavior unbecoming the people of God cannot be ignored. Doctrines that lead the church back to the world cannot be tolerated. The goring and killing of others with slander and defamation has no place in the Kingdom.

The trashing of standards and the discard of convictions is a sad day. It has God’s full attention. It should have ours as well.

I pray you have a pastor that is willing to TAKE the oversight. To speak up and say, “It’s Not Happening Here!”

May your pastor not be a hireling, but a ‘Father in Israel’. May he bring peace to your corner of the world.

What we need are some more ‘old-time’ Pentecostal pastors that will preach what needs to be preached and are not afraid.

May you always thank God for your pastor, even if the one he corrects is you.

Pray for your man of God!

Written by Martyn Ballestero

April 13, 2010 at 1:54 pm

Beverly Coffee Or Marcia Coffee?

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Beverly Coffee Or Marcia Coffee?

My friend, Bishop Gerald Adams, and I sat in the living room of his home laughing at each other’s stories. We had just finished a wonderful breakfast and our wives were in the kitchen.

After a few minutes, his wife, Lois Adams, brought a nice serving tray adorned with coffee, creamers and sweeteners. A few spoons and napkins were readily available beside the mugs.

Sis. Adams approached me first and asked if I would like some coffee. I readily agreed. She poured coffee from her decanter into a cup and handed it to me.

“Would you like some cream or sweetener?” she asked.

“No thank you,” was my reply.

“Hmmm, I thought for sure I remembered you drinking coffee with cream and sugar.”

“No, that wasn’t me. I don’t drink coffee with cream and sugar anymore,” I volunteered.

“Anymore?”

“I use to drink it with cream and sugar.”

“What happened?” She pressed.

“When I was in Bible School in Stockton, I had a girlfriend named Beverly. One day during a class break, we were getting some coffee. I put sugar and cream in mine. She was drinking hers black.

“She wrinkled her nose at me and informed me that I was just drinking syrup. I guess I thought my ‘Manhood’ was at stake. So I tried to drink it black. I didn’t like it. But I drank it anyway. After about 3 weeks, it didn’t taste quite so bad. So for the last 30 some years I’ve only had black coffee.”

Before Sister Adams could get a chance to respond, I saw my wife, Marcia, stick her head around the corner of the kitchen door.

She said, “Honey, if you like coffee with cream and sugar in it then why don’t you drink it that way? I like it with sugar and cream, why don’t you drink it that way for me, instead of drinking it black for this ‘Beverly’ person?”

I was caught completely off guard. I was certain my wife had heard that story several times over. Somehow, it had slipped by her or something. Because she had no memory of my story.

The Adams howled in delight at my discomfort.

I laughed till I cried looking at this woman who has never shown signs of jealousy before, ever. I held my cup towards her, and said, “Baby, if you want me to drink it with sugar and cream, then fix it up for me.

She promptly came over and took my cup into the kitchen. In moments it was back in my hands looking a rich golden color. We all laughed heartily at my wife. We promptly named coffee with cream and sugar – “Marcia Coffee!”

Brother Adams, between fits of laughter said, “Beverly would be very happy to know she got you to drink it her way all these years, and even got you in trouble today.” That didn’t help me much, but I smiled sheepishly.

Since then, every meal that has included coffee whether in public or private, Marcia will take my cup and doctor it for me. When she pushes it back it front of me I always smile and thank her.

Eleven years have now passed and I don’t drink Beverly Coffee anymore. I’m still drinking Marcia Coffee. When I am away from my wife, I will call home and sometimes say, “I’m still drinking Marcia Coffee!” I always get a good reaction.

It’s amazing and yet understandable what we humans will do to please those we love.

What about those of us who say we love the Lord, yet we don’t want to change from our old ways, and do things His way. Or even do small things to please him.

  • What would you do to please the Lord?
  • Would you change how you dress?
  • Would you change friends?
  • Would you give up a habit?
  • Would you give up something just to please Him?
  • Do you really love Him, or are you just saying you do?
  • Are you in love or not?

I wonder how many of us, God thinks, are still drinking Beverly Coffee?

Written by Martyn Ballestero

April 9, 2010 at 1:34 am

Posted in Love, Romance, Submission

It Always Happens At Church Time

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It Always Happens At Church Time

Why do the worst things happen about church time? It keeps some folks from coming, makes others have to leave and disrupts the service. it’s no accident. Read these references and see a pattern.

Israel was required to have a morning and evening sacrifice. That was their custom.

  • Num. 28:3 And thou shalt say unto them, This is the offering made by fire which ye shall offer unto the LORD; two lambs of the first year without spot day by day, for a continual burnt offering.
  • Num. 28:4 The one lamb shalt thou offer in the morning, and the other lamb shalt thou offer at even;

From Scripture we know that the ordinary services of the sanctuary consisted of the morning and evening sacrifices.  According to general agreement, the morning sacrifice was brought at the “third hour,” corresponding to our 9am. This may explain how on the day of Pentecost such a multitude could so readily “come together,” Seeing it was the third hour, they would all be in the temple.

  • The Morning Sacrifice was about 9:00am
  • Josephus puts the evening sacrifice down at the ninth hour or 3pm.

Elijah stopped the pagan worship on Mt. Carmel at the time of evening sacrifice.

  • 1Kings 18:27 And it came to pass at noon, that Elijah mocked them, and said, Cry aloud: for he is a god; either he is talking, or he is pursuing, or he is in a journey, or peradventure he sleepeth, and must be awaked.
  • 1Kings 18:28 And they cried aloud, and cut themselves after their manner with knives and lancets, till the blood gushed out upon them.
  • 1Kings 18:29 And it came to pass, when midday was past, and they prophesied until the time of the offering of the evening sacrifice, that there was neither voice, nor any to answer, nor any that regarded.

Goliath came to threaten, challenge and intimidate the people of God, every morning and evening.

  • 1Sam. 17:16 And the Philistine drew near morning and evening, and presented himself forty days.
  • Goliath came at church time.
  • He knew he was being disruptive.
  • The Israelites were trying to have church.
  • He kept on intimidating them.
  • The devil trying to hinder a church service is nothing new.
  • It’s an age-old tactic. Every service has it’s own battle.
  • Don’t be intimidated, or lose heart.
  • Goliath will come, but we’re not ignorant of his methods.
  • Keep on singing.
  • Keep on praying.
  • Keep on shouting.
  • Keep on preaching.
  • Be encouraged.
  • The same God the helped David will help you get the victory!
  • Yes Goliath may come, but he will be defeated.

In Jesus Name!

Written by Martyn Ballestero

April 8, 2010 at 1:11 am

The Cost Of Doing Business

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The Cost Of Doing Business

 

I’m in Sand Springs, Oklahoma today. I fly out in a little bit, from the Tulsa airport to go to Medford, Oregon.

I wanted to travel today with my clothes all washed and clean. I didn’t have any cash on me, so I stopped at the Quick Trip service station to check my bitcoin balanced and transferred some to my bank account. After reading Midas Letter Crypto News, I had gotten into buying and selling bitcoins for personal investments. Once I successfully transferred the cryptocurrency to USD currency, I found an ATM machine that they have. I swiped my card and punched in the amount I wanted. The machine informed me that it was going to charge me $1.50 for the transaction. I had to accept or decline. I accepted. It was the Bank’s “Cost Of Doing Business.”

I went to the Laundromat. A pixie haired great grandma named Maude was the lone employee. Both doors stood open to allow for cooler air to blow through the warm room. Maude said that in the summer, it got very hot in the laundry. She said that she had air conditioning at home, but even when it was 90 degrees in her bedroom, she didn’t turn on the air. She said if she did, it would make the heat uncomfortable for her when she got to work. Not turning on the air conditioning was what Maude was willing to pay to better enjoy her job. For her it was the personal “Cost Of Doing Business.” She did it without being asked.

The ‘Old Town Café’ in Sand Springs served a good breakfast. The locals were friendly; the stale scent of smoke was noticeable. The cashier said I owed $8.50. I left $2.00 on the table for the waitress. It was just the “Cost Of Doing Business.”

I bought some items at the Drug Store. The lady at the counter said, “That’s $1.95 plus tax.” Sales Tax is what you pay to the State of Oklahoma. It’s the “Cost Of Doing Business.”

At the Counter of United Airlines, the Kiosk charged me $60.00 for my two checked bags. That’s besides the cost of the ticket. I paid United Airlines because they said that it’s just the “Cost Of Doing Business.”

At the airport, I had to take off my shoes, my coat, my wallet, and my belt. I pulled out my computer and placed it in a container. I was required to go through a metal detector.  It was an inconvenience. There was an unspoken question of suspicion the TSA has about everyone. I submitted to the personal inspection, it was just the “Cost Of Doing Business.”

I found my seat, and it was not long before I heard “Praise the Lord, Bro. Ballestero! I didn’t recognize the faces of the older husband and wife, but they seemed to know me. She had her long hair fixed very nice and her modest dress represented Pentecost very well. She understood that although Salvation is free, Holiness in conduct and in dress is God’s requirement. It’s the “Cost Of Doing Business.”

I asked them how they were doing and they said, “Wonderful! Thank the Lord!”

They understood too that although Salvation is free, Praise is God’s requirement. It’s the “Cost Of Doing Business.”

The Rich Young Ruler was asked to sell everything he had, give it to the poor and take up the cross and follow Jesus. He went away sorrowful. He wasn’t willing to Sacrifice and pay the “Cost Of Doing Business.”

  • Holiness is the “Cost Of Doing Business.”
  • Praise and Worship is the “Cost Of Doing Business.”
  • Sacrifice is the “Cost Of Doing Business.”

Are You And God Still Doing Business?

Written by Martyn Ballestero

April 7, 2010 at 12:35 am

New Release – My Dad’s Audio Book

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New Release – My Dad’s Audio Book


I am thrilled to announce the release of the Audio Book version of my father’s book, “How High My Mountain.”

I am very grateful to Bro. Larry Booker and Inland Lighthouse Bookstore Store for making this available.

My personal thanks to my friend for his vision to produce this beautiful tribute and compliment to my father. I thank him, his sons and their church for their labor of love.

The Price is $32.95

To order your copy, click on the picture above!


To Order: Click on the Ordering Option at the bottom of the page. The Audio Book option will display when you click on Single Copy.

Thank you!


The Audio Book is 8 CD’s

The price is $32.95 + $3.00 shipping.

Click Here:  http://bit.ly/dudQwk

Click on the picture

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The Inland Lighthouse Church Bookstore

PO BOX 520

Rialto, CA 92377

http://www.inlandlighthouse.com

909-874-HOPE

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Thank you!

Written by Martyn Ballestero

April 2, 2010 at 5:24 pm

Posted in Audio Book